Sometime before this weekend, I’m itching to check out Sweet Charity. It’s packed with pretty things, and part of their proceeds go to help Best Friends Animal Shelter in Utah and Farm Sanctuary in New York.
I love a social conscientious shopping experience!
You’ve heard of Freecycle, right? It’s a Yahoo!-based message-board system operating on the the idea of “gifting” usable but unwanted items to other Freecycle users. By putting something you don’t want on Freecycle, you avoid the hassle of selling and the guilt of filling a landfill with something someone else might love.
In the past two years, I’ve given away tons of stuff, including some ice cube trays, two ill-fitting bikini tops, a pool table and a few dozen magazines. I’ve gotten a few pieces of furniture off of it, too, including a CUTE 1960’s faux-bois and vinyl table and chair set for my kitchen.
Right now I’m “shopping” Freecycle for a few old dressers. The closets in this apartment are HUGE but they’re completely unfinished. At 5×10′, and with 10′ ceilings, they’re more like tiny bedrooms, and have HUGE potential to be glamorous, as-seen-on-MTV’s-Cribs walk-ins. However, brand-new closet innards from California Closets or The Container Store are hella expensive, especially in the size I would need, and even IKEA’s PAX series is more than I want to spend.
I’m hoping a few dressers (painted with the large assortment of leftover paint I’ve accumulated, maybe?) and then some clothing racks in there for the hanging things will be a charming, quirky, anti-consumerism alternative to buying new, Sex in the City-type closets. I can add shelving and a large full length mirror and create my own private dressing room.
Rob can shove his clothes under the bed!
Rob and I were in IKEA last week checking out one of their small, chic mock-apartments, where they make a fabulous, airy-feeling living space out of hopelessly tiny place. The one we were in was about 230 square feet and we discussed how much smaller they could possibly go. Possibly under 100 square feet? I said 70 square feet was impossible.
The people behind the Tumbleweed Tiny House Company have proven me wrong. Check out this house tour of founder Jay Shafer’s house. At 96 square feet, it’s not even the smallest one they offer. The tiniest of them is a minuscule 65 square feet!
It sounds scary, but looks pretty cozy to me. I don’t think it would work out too well for more than two people, though. Could you do it?
Saturday, I went out. Rob pulled the car close to the front door and, after checking both ways for gun-toting thugs, I dashed to the front seat, like a deer running scared through a meadow (except with less grace and way, way more afro; the “crazy shut in” act has taken it’s toll on my hair and it’s… not… cute). We drove seven blocks to the subway station, and I did another dash underground.
Driving seven blocks is a pretty weenie thing to do, especially on a wonderfully beautiful night like Saturday, but there was no way I was walking it. Just wasn’t gonna happen. And Rob loves me, like, a lot, apparently, so he chauffeured me the distance that probably would have taken less time to walk, and I’m grateful.
We tried to take the subway to Manhattan but the A was running on the F line, or something, and we wound up really close to the Brooklyn Bridge. Rob decided to, in his words, “make some lemonade” and we walked across it. Finally! I’ve wanted to do that for ages. It’s totally worth it if you ever get the chance. I wish I had my camera.
We’re discussing subletting this place and moving again, to someplace where I can feel less mentally insane. It’s such a bummer; I was so elated when I found this apartment, and I really do like my immediate neighbors a lot (plus, there are tons of charming older Southern people on the block, and our three dogs are famous around here!) We’re playing it by ear.
Something happened last night, and, despite that fact that, for the past four years, I’ve blogged nearly ever major thing that’s happened to me, this wasn’t going to be written down, less I be unable to move on. But, being that I appear to be unable to move on anyway (you’ll see.), I’m going to write.
I heard gun shots out of the window quite clearly last night, but I didn’t get alarmed initially, because, who actually HEARS GUNSHOTS outside of their window? Not me. They happened again, and I realized that I should probably move. I scooped up Tino, while the older two dogs came willingly to the back of the apartment, and the five of us huddled, and waited.
Within moments, police cars started streaming down the streets, and all of our neighbors started to come out of their houses. We went to the second-story front window to see clearly down the street; one man lay dead right in front of the corner store. I’ve never seen a dead body in the streets before.
We went outside to join the neighbors, but eventually there was nothing to do, and we all went back in.
Today I was supposed to meet Rob for lunch and help him pick out glasses, and then go with him after work to the Apple store. I got dressed and got as far as the front door, and broke down. I couldn’t go out. I kept trying (and I’m not stupid, I know physically I could) but I just couldn’t do it.
I’ve been in all day (Rob had to send me photos of his choices in the eyeglasses store and we picked them that way.) I took a nap, I read some things online, and then I took another nap. I can’t bring myself to leave. I think the dogs have to go out, but they’re out of luck until Rob gets home.
I feel like I’m going to be inside for a while.
The dogs still won’t eat, but they seem happier. They’re used to getting walked now (the back yard isn’t ready) and have started to to ask to go out.
Today on our walk we met some kids from Bangladesh who told me how they had a dog there staying with their grandmother. The two of them petted Matty and Leeloo. I didn’t let them pet Tino, but I explained that just by saying friendly “Hellos!” to him, they were helping him become less afraid of other people and that was wonderful and helpful. They were pretty pleased with themselves, but I don’t think I explained it quite right. They kept shouting, “Hello! Hello!” to me as I walked down the street.